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Every song will end

Word by the word

Every king will be dead

Sword, by the sword

Sound of trumpets and drums

Will rape naked soul.

Birds from Lang will come.

Come for us all.

Lay your life

On the altar

Of blind mad god

Kiss the knife

With love and compassion

Say the secret word...

Swarm of the poisoned flies,

Dust, deadly dust.

Morning of magicians rise

Fast, deadly fast.

May be you pray or cry,

For whom the bell call?

Birds from Lang will fly.

Pray for us all.

Lay your life

On the altar

Of blind mad god

Kiss the knife

With love and compassion

Say the secret word...

All of your gods are kind?

Lie, fucking lie!

Search for the nature of mind?

Die, fucking die!

Drop for this world a tear,

Nothing will stop its fall.

Birds from Lang are here.

Pray for us all.

Drown in blood or feed the flame -

There’s a ways to be the voice of god.

Thousand years of rain

Regain

The eternal drought.